We Will Never Meet

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You - lovely stuff that you are - are hanging on, reading, knowing I am drunk. You know that in spite of inebriation I am still capable of presenting astonishing ideas to a comfortable clan. You know! I love you so much!

This keeps me writing. Do you feel guilty about me? Yez? Don't! We will never meet. Never, ever. Realize that our aloneness, our isolation is metaphorical as well as physical. You and I will never, ever, meet. Never! Ever!

You and me are united spiritually. We are one.

But we will never meet.

Ever!